The sight of you, the thought of you,
and all the time we spend
Transform my lips into an arch–
One with an upward bend.
We share a keen attraction
That cannot be denied,
But you're drawn to the parts of me
I think it's best to hide.
When I think something is a flaw,
That thought reflects my mind.
So what's reflected in the joy
You take in such a find?
I'm wondering how eye-to-eye
We'll ever truly see
When what I like least in myself
Are things you love in me.
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